It’s the beginning, and never the end
The blood starts pumping
You goal is sent through to the finishing line
Blood pumping good energy, and that you reach a divine.
The blood flows
I pray for my trials and the gains,
Even for my enemies, the ones you would refrain.
The breathing is heavy
The energy remains in the blood;
God is your protector
The pounding steps of going faster
You reach the end, through the Lord the laster.
The goal is in sight
Broken, I no longer more;
The transience does not equate from the breath I release
Prayers through the sky in the least.
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